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Lines  on  the  de 
Conf  Pam  12mo  #810 


lin^s  on  the  (tyaih  of 

C.   S.    A.. 

"He  was — but  words  are  wanting  to  Bay  what, 
Aa  what  a  man  should  lie — and  he  was  that." 


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Cold  is  his  brow,  and  the  dew  of  the  evening 
Hangs  damp  o'er  that  form  bo  noble  and  brave  ; 

Dim  is  that  eye,  which  mice  sparkled  with  gladnesB, 
Rushed  are  his  griefs  in  the  cold  silent  grave. 

Calmly  he  lies  on  a  bosom  far  colder 

Then  the  camp  which  once  pillowed  his  health-blushing 

cheek  : 
Calmly  he'll  rest  there.  ;in<l  silently  moulder, 
No  grief  tn  disturb  him,  no  aigh  to  awake. 

Dread  king  of  the  grave,  Oh  !  return  us  dear  "Stonewall," 
Unfetter  his  heart  from  the  cold  chains  of  death  ! 

Monarch  of  terrors,  so  gloomy,  so  Bilent, 
Loose  the  adamant  clasp  of  the  cold  icy  wreath  ! 

Where  is  brave  Jackson?  the  storms  may  descend, 

The  snows  id'  the    winter  may  cover  his  head; 
The  wing  of  the  wind  o'er  his  low  couch  may  bend, 

Ami  the  frosts  of  the  night  sparkle  bright  o'er  the  dead. 

Where  is  brave  Jackson  V  the  damp  ground  is  cold, — 
Too  cold  for  tlmse  features  so  honest  and  bright, — 

Methinks,  Southern  arms  should  encircle  his  form, 
And  shield  off  the  tempest  which  wanders  at  night. 

liis  men  fondly  loved  him,  ah!  loved  him  too  dearly, — 
And  the  frail  idol  fell,  while  they  bent  to  adore  ; 

All  its  beauty  has  faded,  and  broken  before  them 
Their  spirits  are  sad  which  was  joyous  before. 

'Tis  just,  and  we  bow  'neath  the  mandate  of  Heaven, 
Thy  will,  oh,  dear  Father  !  for  ever  be  done  ! 

Bless  God,  oh,  sad  souls,  for  the  chastisement  given, 
Henceforth  let  us  hope  in  our  Saviour  alone ! 


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